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DA Music Meme for Writers
1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.
2. Put your music program on shuffle/ random and start playing songs.
3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/ artist.
Theme: Hetalia (Durr hurr hurr)
1.Sargent Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Intro (The Beatles)
They had been going at it for about an hour. There were three of them, all with completely different, completely /foreign/ looks, plopped right down in the middle of the bar. It seemed like every time I looked back at them, they were off on another tangent, from swivling around on their chairs, to playing bar games,to pounding on the table for another round of drinks, and constantly hitting on whatever poor girl happened to penetrate their drunk-hiccup-bubble.
After the hour half watching, I decided to sit down next to them.
"So what's you guys' story?" I asked the closest one to me, the blond one with the French accent.
"Ah, it is whatever you want it to be, amour~" He purred, reaching a hand down and massaging my lower back.
"HAHA yeah! Whatever the fuck you want it to be!" His white haired companion laughed, spinning around once on his stool only to dizzy himself into collapsing onto the bar.
"No story, Senorita, we just are," the last of the three chirped, leaning back and taking a big long drink of whatever orange-coloured alcoholic beverage was in his hand.
"FUCK yeah. Aweeesome." the white haired one slurred philosophically into the bar counter.
END
2. Birdhouse in Your Soul (They Might Be Giants)
"..Ah, yeah...and you would have people who would go out on stage in a chorus...But nobody would be killed, unlike in Roman theater, where they had...uh... prisoners..." Greece concluded yawning and reaching up to free the hair tucked under his hat.
Japan stared momentarily. That hadn't exactly been the response he had been expecting to "What do you normally eat on special occasions, Greece-san?", but he supposed it made sense if you thought about it in the abstract.
"A-ah. That's very interesting, Greece-san." Greece smiled.
END
3. Little Miss Pipedream (The Wombats)
It was strange; Arthur hadn't seen his fairy friends in a while. Usually if they were going to be gone a long while, they'd leave a note…Lately it seems like he had been left out of their fun, though…Maybe they were off at the new club around the corner or something, and they had just decided to ditch him. Oh well, he would just wait until they got back. Eventually they always came back.
Maybe while he waited he would go hang out with his unicorn, Chocolate Sprinkles Royale. Ahh, but unicorns were always kinda snobby one-on-one (Chocolate Sprinkles Royale probably thought that the rainbows on his ass really did end in a pot of gold).
In the end, Arthur resolved to just wait until the fairies came back. He sat in his armchair, with nothing but a cup of tea and a book, and waited. For five hours.
END
4. Soviet Russia National Anthem Techno! (Russians?)
The sound of drums and woodwinds thundered from out the window. Poland's eyes snapped open and with one swift motion, tossed back his sheets and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He yanked the window out, and stuck his head out, curlers, face mask and all.
"CAN YOU GUYS LIKE, SHUT UP? YOUR STUPID PARADE MUSIC IS LIKE TOTALLY MESSING WITH MY BEAUTY SLEEP!"
The parade stopped its cheerful song and stared in awe at Poland's furious face as a cucumber slid down off it and landed with a thwpphttfu on the pavement below.
END
5. Part of Your World (Ariel 8D?)
(NotgoingtodoEnglandasmermaidNOTgoingtodoEnglandasamermaid.)
There was something majestic about other people's--er..Korea's things. All of his beautiful inventions! Feats so beautiful they deserved a special room, which, of course, Korea had provided for them. There were piles and piles of inventions (mostly stolen from Aniki~), pushed up against the wall, seeping onto the floor, hanging off of the ceiling fan...
Still, there was something missing. Something that he needed to work on inventing very soon, for his life to be complete...
/A talking plushie-owl-thing!/ That was it! He would call it a Furby!
Korea clapped his sleeve-padded hands together enthusiastically, and bolted out the door. He was pretty sure he had seen something that looked like his new invention back at Aniki's house not too long ago....
END
6. Mamo (Some Russian chick. That was in Eurovision.)
For once in a long while, the beach was empty, and Arthur was taking advantage of the vacant sand in the best way he knew: a nap, a glass of lemonade, and a fresh copy of the Yorkshire post (OR WHATEVER THE HELL BRITISH PEOPLE READ.) Nothing could ruin this perf--
"OOAaaauuuuUUUaOOOOOOOOoooooOOOO!!"
Arthur spit out his lemonade in surprise, then watched in disgust as it dribbled down his bare chest. Heavily irritated (and slightly sticky), Arthur got up to seek out the source of the disturbance.
He probably should have expected to find Alfred on the boardwalk, hands cupped over his mouth and yelling at the ocean below him, but there are just some things one never expects.
"What the BLOODY HELL are you doing?"
Alfred looked up and grinned,
"I'm talking to whales! Duhhhhhhh!"
END
7. Le Festin (Some French chick.)
Paris was indeed splendid; France took to its streets as often as he could. There was something about the cobblestone, the alleys, and intricate intertwining iron fence posts that made him swell with pride whenever he passed them, and the sight of his majestic Eiffel tower never failed to bring a tear to his eye.
In this a city such as Paris, it was impossible to feel anything but bliss. The sun seemed to always be shining, bread seemed to always be baking, and, of course, the atmosphere was nothing but romantic. France took a deep breath of the wonderful air and strolled into a café, eager begin yet another day of l'amour.
END
8. Dark Woods Circus (Vocaloids~)
The sun was setting when the ships pulled in. Alfred stared in awe, hidden from behind his bush. He hadn't the faintest idea what these shapes were on the horizon-perhaps clouds that had gotten caught in tree branches, then somehow managed to float? Or perhaps they were giant wooden animals, like he had seen the Lummi's carve recently? Either way, they were coming closer, and Alfred knew he had to find out.
"Ah! There's a kid over here!" Alfred jumped in surprise as his musings were interrupted, and turned around to find a towering man, with the same, strange hair colour as him.
"A kid!?" he heard another voice answer from somewhere in the distance.
"Yeah! Look at him!" the first man said, laughing and grabbing Alfred's hair. "Looks European!"
"That's weird! Should we take him to the captain?" Another said as he walked up.
"Aye, we should!" Said yet another.
Alfred felt himself starting to cry. He had no idea who these people were, or what they wanted with him...He wanted to run away, but by now they were all around him, staring and laughing. A few grabbed him by the arms, and Alfred bit them. Then, taking the opportunity, he sprinted away, absolutely terrified.
END
9. Ready Steady Go! (Ouendan lololol? and FMA)
"AND THUS BEGINS! INTERNATIONAL MARIO KART TOURNAMENT! 2009!" Alfred announced dramatically over the heads of his fellow countries.
"Get down off the couch, git." Arthur snapped, massaging his hands in preparation for the race.
"S-seriously, America-san, you're going to break something..." Kiku said from the cushion next to him. Alfred huffed, and jumped down to sit next to Kiku.
"You guys are so boring..."
"VEEE am I holding it right, Japppaan?" Veneciano asked from Ludwig's lap on the armchair. He had somehow managed to wrap the nunchuck cord around his wrist and neck, and was using the steering wheel as a hat.
"N-no, Italy-san, let me help.."
"ARE WE READY?" Alfred was growing impatient.
"I would be if you would get off me, fatass." Matt mumbled into his brother's back.
"AWWRIGHT! READY! STEADY! GO!"
END
10. Song of Storms (Zelda/Super Smash Bros.)
The snow outside raged on, and Ivan smiled. It was pelting relentlessly him from all sides, like a cold massage. How refreshing! Ivan loved the snow, although he could do without the cold.
The streets surrounding him were dark. It seemed as though his people didn't enjoy the snow quite as much as he did, at least not today. He wondered why...? The snow had always protected them, always kept them separate from outsiders. Trapped in their own little snow globe, with nothing but each other for warmth.
Ivan giggled. Maybe that was why he didn't like the cold.
END
WOW that was a challenge. Auurrggg there's so many things I want to fixxx X_X. I apologize for the terrible OoCness of most of 'em.
I know my writing is suck >>; My excuses:
1.Essays have killed my style
2.I'm not good with time limits OTL;
3.I have been writing about Moby Dick and the properties of Fatty and nucleic acids for the past NINE HOURS O____O.
Anyway, I actually had done a different one with a US/UK theme, but then my computer died, and the drabbles died along with it...So for round 2 I decided NOT to be ridiculously biased (now I'm only a little biased 8D)
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